I've never been up to the roof at night. I'm not quite a good at you.
[ Raven thinks it might be nice, to climb up and rest there as the sun sets and night sweeps over the mansion, colouring the garden in darker shades. She used to like sitting by her window, in the quiet of her room, fireplace burning as the house fell silent. It had felt cold, she remembers, a lot of the time, and that's why she had always ended up finding Charles and crawling up beside him, settling down at his side and not hesitating to seek his comfort and his company. She thinks he always understood - the house had been so empty and silent that it had been almost scary.
Now she can think of better things to replace those memories in her mind, and it all starts with Hank. She already knows she wants to bring Hank to her room and spend some time there, alone, to chase away the nastiness of the last time they were there together.
It's impossible not to move closer and Raven wants to crawl onto his lap and lean against him, she wants to press her body against his and settle there - she wants to be as close to him as possible because all she can feel is the burn of emotion under her fingertips, the way that this stupid, amazing planet makes her want more.
It only gets worse when he kisses her fingers, and she thinks she can feel her own flush spreading. ]
All that gallantry just gone right out the window.
[ But she's smiling, and her thumb traces his lip gently. ]
Maybe it's because we're always so close. We're just used to it now.
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[ Raven thinks it might be nice, to climb up and rest there as the sun sets and night sweeps over the mansion, colouring the garden in darker shades. She used to like sitting by her window, in the quiet of her room, fireplace burning as the house fell silent. It had felt cold, she remembers, a lot of the time, and that's why she had always ended up finding Charles and crawling up beside him, settling down at his side and not hesitating to seek his comfort and his company. She thinks he always understood - the house had been so empty and silent that it had been almost scary.
Now she can think of better things to replace those memories in her mind, and it all starts with Hank. She already knows she wants to bring Hank to her room and spend some time there, alone, to chase away the nastiness of the last time they were there together.
It's impossible not to move closer and Raven wants to crawl onto his lap and lean against him, she wants to press her body against his and settle there - she wants to be as close to him as possible because all she can feel is the burn of emotion under her fingertips, the way that this stupid, amazing planet makes her want more.
It only gets worse when he kisses her fingers, and she thinks she can feel her own flush spreading. ]
All that gallantry just gone right out the window.
[ But she's smiling, and her thumb traces his lip gently. ]
Maybe it's because we're always so close. We're just used to it now.